Novel & Cerita Greek Gifts

Did Luke really give her a gift? Was he not supposed to be abroad? Was it a gift from Gavin? She remembered the last time Luke gave her a gift; he had bought her the lipstick division of the top cosmetic brands, as well as two flower gardens. Even now, she still owned everything. At that moment, she felt puzzled, exhausted, and amused. She also felt powerless about the way Luke gave gifts. She thought, How could someone give gifts in such a strange way?

“You’re brutal. Correct, but brutal.” By 4:00 PM, the gifts had escalated to the absurd. A first edition of The Great Gatsby—because I had once mentioned I liked the tragedy of it. A set of Japanese calligraphy pens—because I liked to doodle on my scripts. A box of pastries from a bakery in Paris—flown in fresh that morning. “Okay, the croissants stay,” Katherine declared, shielding the pastry box with her body. “I have moral boundaries, and wasting French butter crosses them.”

My eyes, however, are stinging with tears. "Oh-my-god..." I blink repeatedly. "That's disgusting." Jason snorts. "Glad you like it," he turns around, motioning for Robin to come forward. "Robin brought you some important gifts as well." "What are you? The three wise men?" "We would be if Lionel had come," Jason says. "But he is busy with family things, so it's just us... Anyway, show Maddox the gifts you brought with you." I stare at the team's biggest Casanova. He smiles, and then he hands me a bottle of expensive cologne.

In the end, it was simply a way of determining who stood on your side… and who didn’t. Earlier, I had thought it sounded a little dramatic. But now… Not so much. I could completely understand the reasoning behind it. With that thought in mind, I calmly began distributing the final batch of gifts. Marcus received a bottle of aged whiskey I had brought back as a souvenir from my trip to Country F. A safe and appropriate gift. Nothing more. Without paying attention to his reaction, I moved on immediately. Fiona received a limited-edition silk scarf from a luxury fashion house alongside an exquisitely packaged perfume set.

It’s hideous to return a gift brother. He only sighed and reached for the next gift. He tore it open and scoffed when he saw what it was. “Pencils, really? How many times would I tell you people that I cannot read or write? Crinka, please tell me your gift to me is more reasonable.” I reached for his gift and handed it to him. He carefully unwrapped it, a chuckle escaping his lips when he beheld the wine goblet adorned with the elegant inscription of the initial letter of his name.

The amount is exactly my age, we all gathered in the Hall and I received some gifts. Gifts of wine from Rhince, 100 year old scented lotus from Ashton, and anti-venom from Ashley. Heather and the Legion troops even greeted me, and they presented me with antique swords from the Middle East. But when I'm here and receive a gift from Gael, it makes me feel weird...

"Hestia's gift was food. She says she put her heart and love into it and hopes you enjoy it." Persephone smiled, "I will." "Am I the only one who noticed the gifts that are for our birthday's are only given to Persephone?" Leonidas asked. No one answered. "And this-" Loukas brought out a white silk cloak. "Is from Athena." "It looks a little too big for me," Persephone replied. Fani giggled. "It's not for you but the baby when he's all grown up."

Maximum use is three times. “They say that Beginner’s gifts are from their department heads so… what kind of thing are they wishing me with the scent assaulter?” Dina thought out loud with a chuckle. How naughty~. “Do not misunderstand host, all gifts are beneficial only for the mission,” Zero cautioned. “Yeah, yeah.” Dina answered while rolling her eyes, typical Zero, always so broody~. ‘However, they really were generous, a rare type item along with two noble type? Fucking amazing, as expected of my influence hahaha,’ Dina thought with a wicked smile.

“This is perfect for today’s occasion.” I sat back in the chair placed in the middle of the room, facing him. Before grabbing a last hell torture ingredient, a small glass bottle filled with amber color liquid. “Just let him go, goddammit! I did what you asked me to do.” He said, almost shouting. His eyes were on the gifts I bought him. “I will,” I smirked and stabbed his right hand in the armrest of the wooden chair with a blade, reaping an ear-piercing scream.

Raphael did not know how to address Jason, whereas Bradmus’ first thought was to kneel in respect since Jason held immense seniority over him. When he was about to kneel, Bradmus realized that his knees could not bend at all. After catching a glance from Jason, who wore a casual expression, he immediately realized something. “Here is a small gift. Please accept it.” Bradmus said to Jason. He had wracked his brain trying to find an appropriate gift, fearing that Jason would not like it. He could not present artifacts since Jason would have seen the best the world had to offer. He wanted to give Jason a gift that was unique and not shabby, which deeply troubled him.